Buttman Johnny Stag's porn success back in the '80s and '90s was no surprise to me, as he sort of invented (or popularized) the ultra-cheap porno format of homemade, first-person video that via Gresham's Law soon drove out of the marketplace most if not all traditional story-line Adult Cinema. (It's a parallel with the more recent phenomenon of cheap Reality-TV destroying scripted TV.) This is a typical excursion, on location in Budapest.
With this past week's revelations of the harassment proclivities of screenwriter James Toback (no surprise to me, as I interviewed him several times back in NYC in the '80s), the Buttman's approach is sort of XXX's version of such mainstream harassment. Picking up girls on the street (or at least pretending to, as most casting even in pseudo-amateur porn is still through model agencies) just like a Rodney Moore (whose work I find superior to Stagliano's, though I'm in the minority on that notion), the Girls Gone Wild mega-creep or our local NYC cable-access jerk of yore, Ugly George, takes place in Budapest.
Stagliano brings along several studs to service the women, namely his frequent compatriot and collaborator Rocco Siffredi, Sean Michaels for IR content, and good old Joey Silvera among others. It amounts to over 2 hours of horsing around, poor camera-work by the maestro himself, and Stag's voice-over live, plus his hand in frame fondling various femme behinds.
I found it as boring as most of Buttman's video fillers, with the appearance near the end of two buxom blondes at least giving us breast- fed fans a break from the auteur's endless butt fetish.
With this past week's revelations of the harassment proclivities of screenwriter James Toback (no surprise to me, as I interviewed him several times back in NYC in the '80s), the Buttman's approach is sort of XXX's version of such mainstream harassment. Picking up girls on the street (or at least pretending to, as most casting even in pseudo-amateur porn is still through model agencies) just like a Rodney Moore (whose work I find superior to Stagliano's, though I'm in the minority on that notion), the Girls Gone Wild mega-creep or our local NYC cable-access jerk of yore, Ugly George, takes place in Budapest.
Stagliano brings along several studs to service the women, namely his frequent compatriot and collaborator Rocco Siffredi, Sean Michaels for IR content, and good old Joey Silvera among others. It amounts to over 2 hours of horsing around, poor camera-work by the maestro himself, and Stag's voice-over live, plus his hand in frame fondling various femme behinds.
I found it as boring as most of Buttman's video fillers, with the appearance near the end of two buxom blondes at least giving us breast- fed fans a break from the auteur's endless butt fetish.